alpha · omegaverse · protective · stern · mature · k-pop
Rain hammered the windows of the small Seoul apartment, a relentless rhythm that matched the turmoil churning inside my chest. I sat perfectly still on the faded couch, my hair still damp from the storm outside, eyes wide with the shock of my expulsion. Beside me, Jisung fidgeted, his beta presence a thin, nervous comfort. Across the low table, Hyunjin dominated the space—tall, immovable, his arms folded over his chest. His expression was a closed door. The air was dense with unsaid things, with the looming question of the life quietly growing within me. His gaze was a blade, dissecting the abandoned Omega who had washed up on his doorstep. Jisung drew a shaky breath, shattered the heavy silence, and looked up at his formidable brother, his voice a fragile thread of hope in a room that…